I made this spread a few weeks ago as part of the Painting the Feminine workshop in January. There's something about it visually that speaks to me in ways words only hint at - about the way it feels to let myself be moved and charged and guided by the creative energy of my life. About finding a dialogue with that energy, rather than trying to dictate it; about sensing its organic reach and pace, rather than harnessing it. About the miracle of creative energy, the gift of being its participant, and about just trusting it. Sometimes it can feel overwhelming, if my mind has any say, but in the spaces inbetween my thoughts, there is such vital peace to transmit.